Your highness, the blood guards are at the gate said a scrawny man who looked underrfed,the sheets felt cold beneath me, where was i and why was this stranger calling me your highness, i nodded ab sentmindedly feigning understanding it worked because the scrawny man left , leaving me in the strange roo grnad for my taste room, i scanned the room in puzzlement, a gold chandelier hung from the onyx ceiling, the space of the room cavernous
A knock on the door broke into my train of thoughts, a slim woman wearing an apron stood in the middloe of the room , her eyes downcast ,she hurriedly mumbled ' your highness the chief of the blood guards is waiting in the throne room ,he says